Home alone. Rain pounding the earth so hard the sound was deafening. Lightening flared. I couldn’t hear the boom of the thunder but it was close. The house shook. I marveled at the power of the storm.
Water sprayed into the house. I ran from room to room securing windows. Some haven’t been closed since we moved in over a year ago. Snug and dry, I sat at my computer.
Lightening danced blue across the heavens. The lights flickered and went out. “Oh cra–” I didn’t get to finish my thought before they came back on. I sighed in gratitude — and was immediately plunged into darkness. Waaaah!
I was home alone. In pitch-black darkness. No moon. No stars. No street lights. I couldn’t see or hear. My world narrowed to the thunderous roar of the rain, and what I could touch with my hands.
Did I mention I was home alone? And have I ever mentioned that too much of my early childhood was spent locked in a pitch black closet? I am afraid of the dark.